The Boy At Ticonderoga, Part Iv
...Duncan laughed bitterly at the sight,
was this why so many men had died?
Half-ruined stones, piled gray and white,
the goal that brought such slaughter, denied…
Ticonderoga, it was renamed,
the title by which it gained great fame,
nut Ducan cared little for that now,
his time was up, he mustered out.
He bought land in the New Hampshire grants,
had a family, and settled to farm,
hoping never more to do souls harm,
but after sixteen years had advanced,
he found, with the fort, he wasn’t finished,
when he helped seize it from the British…
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